“Think you can handle it?” he shouts over the music, his dark eyes sparkling with intrigue and desire.
I square myself against his staggering body, raising my chin defiantly. In answer to his question, I snatch a champagne flute off a passing tray and drain it in one long, bubbly gulp. The room is already starting to tilt on its axis as I lace my fingers through Devlin’s and pull him toward the teeming dance floor.
“I guess that answers that,” he laughs, as we step into the mass of writhing limbs.
I feel his firm hands on my waist as he spins me around to face him, drawing me tightly against his solid body. I gasp as he grinds his tapered hips against me, my arms falling around his shoulders. His cock is rock hard, pressing urgently against me as we fall into step. I look up into his intent, irresistible face, surprised and more turned on than I care to admit.
“Looks like the real question is,” he growls, sliding his hands along the curve of my ass, “Do you think you can handle me?”
“Devlin,” I breathe, daring to run a hand through his crop of jet black hair, “I can sure as hell try.”
As the vixenish singer wails into a swelling, sexy rendition of “House of the Rising Sun”, I give myself over to the glorious, overwhelming moment. Between the liquor and the pulsing desire building in my belly, I can’t hold onto a single care or concern that came with me to this island. All I can think of is the feel of Devlin Vile pressed flush against me, the hard length of his swollen member grinding into me. My hips gyrate madly as the music rushes to a crescendo, the crush of people all around us whipping and spinning faster and faster.
Devlin grabs my hand tightly and spins me out, snapping me into the crowd with a mischievous grin. A full-throated laugh escapes my throat as he wraps me back up in his muscular arms. I press myself to his chest, collapsing into the solid weight of him. He holds me up as my body loosens, gives up its fight against decency and decorum. Before I realize that I’m doing, I take Devlin’s perfect, bearded face in my hands and raise my lips eagerly to his.
The briefest spell of pleased surprise runs through him, giving way to a deep surge of lusty fervor. He wraps his arms around the small of my back, crushing me to him. His strong jaw works my mouth open, and his sure, expert tongue glides against my own. The taste of him is as intoxicating as anything I’ve poured down my throat this evening. I bury my fingers in his pitch black hair, letting my teeth close around his full bottom lip.
He sucks in a sharp breath as I bite him, twisting my body around so that my back is pressed against his leather-clad chest. He lowers his firm lips to the long, bare stretch of my throat. A low groan rises from my mouth and gets lost in the rollicking music as he kisses along my neck, nipping at my pale, sensitive skin. His hands glide up along my torso, sliding along the silky fabric of my blouse with ease. I screw up my eyes in ecstatic pleasure as he cups my breasts in his capable hands, brushing his thumbs against my hardening nipples.
Not a second goes by that I’m unaware of his rock hard manhood pressing against my ass. I’ve never had a one night stand in my life, never knew I could desire someone this much after a few short hours. But I know that if I don’t go to bed with this man tonight, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I spin back to face him and run my hands along his staggering cock. Need smolders in our shared gaze as I brush my fingers up and down the length of him, feeling him harden even further in my grasp. I feel myself become airborne as Devlin lifts me from the ground once more, carrying me out of the surging, roiling crowd toward a more private corner of The Club.
Only this time, I’m more than happy to let him take me.
Chapter Eight
Even after I rise back to the surface of consciousness, I keep my eyes blissfully closed. The baby soft bedding is wrapped around me like a cotton cloud, the entire world shaded the rosy pink of my eyelids. I feel better rested than I have for years—since before I started college, I’m sure. Every cell in my body feels rejuvenated, lusciously relaxed. I cuddle closer into the warm, solid embrace that cradles me, hoping this moment goes on forever...
Until my mind catches up with my body and wakes up with a jolt. My eyes spring open, landing first on the heavily inked, thickly corded arms that are wrapped tightly around my almost-naked body. I wrench my neck around to find the sleeping features of Devlin resting on the pillow beside me. Alarm crashes through my barely-awake body, and I let out a shrill yelp of distress. Scrambling out of bed, I struggle to remember where it is, exactly, that I am.
The room around me is cavernous and elegant in its modern simplicity. The walls are painted a deep, rusty red, the furniture and floor made of wide, smooth wooden planks. A sprawling king bed is positioned against the wall, fitted with the finest Egyptian cotton. And there in the middle of the king-sized nest, rousing himself from a deep sleep, is Devlin.
“How...What the hell is going on?” I demand, my breath coming in shallow bursts. “Where am I?”
“Take it easy, babe,” Devlin says sleepily, propping himself up on one brawny arm. “Just come back over here—”
“I’m not coming anywhere near you until you tell me how it is I ended up in your bed,” I rush on, looking down in a panic and the white tee and panties I’ve somehow come to be wearing. The last thing I remember about last night is leaving the dance floor with this man. I have no recollection of coming back to his room, or changing out of my clothes, or consenting to having sex. “Oh my god...” I mutter, wrapping my arms tightly around my waist. “Did we...sleep together last night?”
“You could say that,” Devlin says, sitting up with a slight smile on his face.
“I don’t remember anything,” I say softly, fighting back terrified tears.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” he shrugs, “You blacked out just as soon as we got off the dance floor. I figured I’d let you crash in my room. Made sure no one else tried to have his way with you. Hope you don’t mind I helped you into something a little more comfortable to sleep in. I promise I didn’t spend too much time ogling you.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I ask softly.
Devlin’s smile fades fast. “I don’t fuck girls who are too drunk to put two words together,” he informs me. “I don’t need to stoop that low. But thanks for your vote of confidence.”